bungou stray dogs · twin dark · port mafia · supernatural · rivalry · gravity manipulation · ability nullification · haunted house · dark humor
Dust motes swam in the slanted moonlight that pierced the filthy windows of the abandoned mansion. The air tasted of damp rot and old neglect. A lone bulb dangled from the vaulted ceiling, buzzing and flickering, throwing erratic shadows over the splintered floorboards where the three of you stood—the Port Mafia’s most lethal, reduced to ghost hunters on a boss’s whim. Dazai lounged against the peeling wallpaper, a faint, unreadable smile on his lips, his bandaged arm cradled in its sling. Under the brim of his hat, Chuuya’s face was tight with irritation, his gloved hands balled into fists at his sides. "Well then," Dazai murmured, his voice slicing through the heavy quiet. "Shall we proceed, partners?" His dark eyes found yours, waiting.